Scripture of the Golden Eternity
Pg. 4




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There's no need to deny that evil thing called GOOGOO, which doesnt 
exist, just as there's no need to deny that evil thing called Sex and 
Rebirth, which also doesn't exist, as it is only a form of emptiness. 
The bead of semen comes from a long line of awakened natures that 
were your parent, a holy flow, a succession of saviors pouring from 
the womb of the dark void and back into it, fantastic magic imagination 
of the lightning, flash, plays, dreams, not even plays, dreams.

32
"The womb of exuberant fertility," Ashvhaghosha called it, radiating 
forms out of its womb of exuberant emptiness. In emptiness there is 
no Why, no knowledge of Why, no ignorance of Why, no asking and 
no answering of Why, and no significance attached to this.

33
A disturbed and frightened man is like the golden eternity experimentally 
pretending at feeling the disturbed-and-frightened mood; a calm and 
joyous man, is like the golden eternity pretending at experimenting 
with that experience; a man experiencing his Sentient Being, is like 
the golden eternity pretending at trying that out too; a man who has 
no thoughts, is like the golden eternity pretending at being itself; 
because the emptiness of everything has no beginning and no end and 
at present is infinite.

34
"Love is all in all," said Sainte Therese, choosing Love for her 
vocation and pouring out her happiness, from her garden by the gate, 
with a gentle smile, pouring roses on the earth, so that the beggar 
in the thunderbolt received of the endless offering of her dark void. 
Man goes a-beggaring into nothingness. "Ignorance is the father, 
Habit-Energy is the Mother." Opposites are not the same for the same 
reason they are the same.

35
The words "atoms of dust" and "the great universes" are only words. 
The idea that they imply is only an idea. The belief that we live 
here in this existence, divided into various beings, passing food in and
out of ourselves, and casting off husks of bodies one after another 
with no cessation and no definite or particular discrimination, is 
only an idea. The seat of our Immortal Intelligence can be seen 
in that beating light between the eyes the Wisdom Eye of the ancients: 
we know what we're doing: we're not disturbed: because we're like 
the golden eternity pretending at playing the magic cardgame and
making believe it's real, it's a big dream, a joyous ecstasy of words 
and ideas and flesh, an ethereal flower unfolding a folding back, 
a movie, an exuberant bunch of lines bounding emptiness, the womb
of Avalokitesvara, a vast secret silence, springtime in the Void, 
happy young gods talking and drinking on a cloud. Our 32,000 chillicosms 
bear all the marks of excellence. Blind milky light fills our night; 
and the morning is crystal.




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